She hadn’t shaved above her knees in days and things weren’t looking so hot. An immediate slowing of her heart rate accompanied her hands meeting fabric. The tights were still in place. He’d been a gentleman and she’d been a lady. Mostly. At least she remained clothed and the twin wooly mammoths,...
And his heart. Hell, he might as well send Crost a note of thanks at the end of this mess. As for the elder Ert’zod, Retzi intended to give him a well placed left hook. If Retzi was still alive after, he’d explain to his father that Anja was no longer available for employment. She deserved a bett...